How small we are or so it seems
until we appear in the land of dreams.
The specks we are in the universe
become so much grander as we traverse
and join with everything that's been.
There is the grandeur that lives within
this minuteness that we sense.
We are not small, not at all.
We are immense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem